Eating My Mum's Cream Egg
About six years ago I was sitting in the lounge with my mum and dad. I asked my dad if I could have my Mum’s cream egg, my Dad said no, it's Mum’s. I asked if we could share it and he said no, it's mums.
About ten minutes later my Dad asked where's Jett? It's awfully quiet. He went up the hallway and he found me getting rid of the evidence of the cream egg, by brushing my teeth. Little did I know I had it all around my mouth, my forehead and my nose.
My dad asked where the cream egg was. I quickly looked around, I did not want him to know I had ate it, so I made up this story. That curtain has eaten it and they said not to tell you. Luckily Dad or my Mum didn't get mad.